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A Symphony of Silence
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Compelling, raw, and emotionally charged.
These are three ways of describing the verses in "A Symphony of Silence," Teresa Edmond-Sargeant's second collection of poetry.
Within these eclectic pages, in Part One she muses on life as a daughter, mother, writer, and someone who has been in one too many failed relationships. Between all the rainy days, heartless exes, and "brewed wisdom" lies the ultimate poetic experience eagerly waiting to unfold.
In Part Two, Edmond-Sargeant discusses her thoughts on poetry as a genre and gives some advice on how to be fearless as a writer and her purpose for writing.
With "A Symphony of Silence," join Teresa Edmond-Sargeant as she keenly reels you into her vibrantly expressive world.
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The misty chains of language tug
on my tongue.
My muse whispers a void in my head.
The bitter goneness of ideas stare
at me, mock me as I trudge to put
words
on
paper.
My desire to compose
screams a symphony of silence
as I wrangle with how to write
this poem.
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A Symphony of Silence - Teresa Edmond-Sargeant
Edmond-Sargeant
Part One
‘Poems ...’
Brewed Wisdom
EVERY DAY, AFTER WORK,
Daddy went
to the liquor store
to buy a one-pack,
two-pack, or a case of beer.
Every night,
he would sit at the corner
of our dining room table
and drink every single can to the drop.
I’ve seen him polish off a whole case
in one night.
Mom said he would finish a six-pack
before dinner.
Talk about happy hour ...
I thought this was normal.
Budweiser was Daddy’s buddy.
He was a wise man
who spouted words of wisdom
from his chair,
About how the real world
was.
There were times when
I asked him what
the definition of a word is.
Yes, he’d answer me, and then
elaborate
for
an
hour,
telling me how the real world
was.
Though Daddy read all the time,
I didn’t realize until now that
he might be getting some of his
wisdom
from
within his beer cans.
This, I thought was normal.
Daddy was a quiet drunk.
No fights,
no legal troubles,
no abuse.
He never argued with anyone,
He never hit anyone.
Mom said in the 25 years
they were together,
she only saw him drunk once,
but even then,
he was quiet.
He was a sleepy drunk,
who would retire to bed early.
Whenever he went to bed,
I would miss him—
even though he was home every